I come from a herd of horses galloping down the hill to get their feed.<\/p>\n
I come from a farm where I played and played for hours on end.<\/p>\n
I come from riding my big highland pony called Beauty, without a saddle nor proper riding clothes.<\/p>\n
I come from getting the sheep only in the winter.<\/p>\n
I come from having playful pet lambs running around the farm.<\/p>\n
I come from going to horse shows with my mum all the time.<\/p>\n
I come from my pony Timmy zooming of away from my mum and me falling off the side.<\/p>\n
I come from having so many little devils that buck me off.<\/p>\n
I come from having lots of ponies and then finding the perfect one.<\/p>\n
I come from having a family member that has little chats with the Queen<\/p>\n
By Claire<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I come from a herd of horses galloping down the hill to get their feed. I come from a farm where I played and played for hours on end. I come from riding my big highland pony called Beauty, without a saddle nor proper riding clothes. I come from getting the sheep only in the … Continue reading Chats with the Queen<\/span>